gabrielson.sardegna is indeed magcial. the history of its people goes beyond rome. who they are and where did they come from originally, no one knows. etruscan dreams sound good. there is a dreamlike quality to italy, the same that inspired a whole generation of artists and writers in the nineteenth century. finnish painters practically all traveled down to italy at the time - nietzsche and dostoevsky and shelley did so too - there's too much there to put to words, so art ensues...my being in sardegna was a random glitch in my life, unplanned. I had a partner who was from sassari, so we lived with his family for some months - nine people under the same roof, of which only us two spoke english (back then I knew practically no italian). weird times - the rurality of it all and being in a void of verbal communication but constantly surrounded by people drove me mad, in good and bad. I guess that was also around the time when I began to wake up to the realities of these underbellies. something I've learned since then - be kind, for everyone you'll meet is fighting a hard battle. this goes to the most depraved of us. we are what we feel, and if you turn your heart cold when faced with the worst atrocities you are no better than them. this is a very tough thing for many to comprehend.